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24 Love works at the centre,

Heart-heaving alway;

Forth speed the strong pulses

To the borders of day.

Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits;

Thy sight is growing blear;

Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx,

Her muddy eyes to clear!"

The old Sphinx bit her thick lip,—

Said, "Who taught thee me to name?

I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow;

Of thine eye I am eyebeam.

Thou art the unanswered question;

Couldst see thy proper eye,

Alway it asketh, asketh;

And each answer is a lie.

So take thy quest through nature,

It through thousand natures ply;

Ask on, thou clothed eternity;

Time is the false reply."

Uprose the merry Sphinx,

And crouched no more in stone;

She melted into purple cloud,

She silvered in the moon;

She spired into a yellow flame;

She flowered in blossoms red;